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NEW SINGLE & MUSIC VIDEO "HONESTLY" 8.15.18!

Hey guys! I wanted to bring this challenge back... but with a twist. Watch to the end.

VIDEO SHOT BY: Peter Macaluso
www.youtube.com/nepotismTV
@_macarony

SONG PRODUCED BY: Beeks Vybe
(@beeksvybe)

special thanks to my friends at Collab for helping me SO MUCH with this video!! FOR REAL YOU WERE AMAZING TY!

🔔 TURN ON MY NOTIFICATIONS🔔

LYRICS TO THE SECOND HALF:

overwhelmed overworked overpaid
i’m on top of the world, sittin’ pretty on a stack
but the static still cracks in my veins
at the bottom of the universe i’m feeling all the weight

people die for this
people lie for this
people suck and fuck some guy for this

pay the toll for this
sell their soul for this
play the part but whats my role in this

i’m not built for this
all the guilt of this
and i don’t think i can deal with this

im too old for this
gonna fold from this
people starvin’
and i get gold for this?

you all chalk me up
as some whiney fuck
who’s stressed by success
like my life sucks

i get it, i know, its such a conundrum
i get what i want but i can’t have much fun with it
it’s not the fame or the money i’m yearnin’
i don’t give a fuck about what i’ve been earnin’
but each day i wake up more blessed and i’m learnin’
of all of these people I’m least to deserve it.

i don’t deserve it.

i try to be perfect i’ll never be perfect.
i’m not worth.
keep lookin’ for answers i swear i’ve been searchin’

but come up short, and i give up quick,
‘cause if i found it i think id be scared of it.
you don’t see the scene thats behind the screen
and i urge you all to beware of it

generation of anxiety
the “look at me” society
dubiety of piety
the gods all suffer silently

i’m sorry for my obsession with attention.
i have ungodly fear of rejection.
my apprehension and objection is the viral infection
of dollars and followers in place of affection

what i need is a human connection
not blue light and a foggy reflection
of my misconception of my own perception
a result of way too much introspection

they find my disinterest interesting
my depression, a funny thing
my decline is relatable
people love that i hate myself

yeah, they love that i hate myself
people love that i hate myself
people love that i hate myself
people love that i hate myself

i climbed out of my head
and watched myself implode
a thought without a body
ought to be a shot to take a load
off my brain is poisoned
and i’m searching for the antidote
but every time i find it
my defenses scream “oh, no you don’t!”

woah

but it's fine
no, really i'm fine
it’s just a matter of time
you’ll lose your mind
and not be fine from time to time

i’m not crazy,
but i feel crazy all a sudden
in a city never seein’
snow or rain or leaves in autumn
lose yourself in seasons
not remembering that you forgot ‘em
knocking on my door,
i can’t confront ‘em so i lock them

out

but i don’t mind
no, i really don’t mind
cause believe it or not
it feels good to be forgot
from time to time

so forget me
and please, God, forgive me
if you feel a touched underwhelmed
by all my overwhelming negativity

who am i and when?
when’s my work day end
and where does me begin?
are these my colleagues or my friends?
on a scale of ten to one
do you hate who i’ve become?
‘cause i hate who i’ve become.
i’m sorry for who i’ve become.